The Tour Diaries - Part 1

Sunday, 20 October 2019 London, UK


When I found out the news I'd got acting work for the next 18 months, I didn't really know how to process that little nugget of information. Of course getting that phone call, is what every actor dreams of. But when you finally get it, believing your agent is having a joke with you is a lot easier to fathom than the actual truth. Then once you've got your head around the fact you're no longer an "out of work actor", then comes the fun of all the life admin and practicalities that comes with it. Now, I've worked professionally and toured before, but I've never toured for this length of time. Which means everyday is now a school day, so I thought I'd do a mini tour series to keep a little diary of my adventures. so without further a do; Welcome, to the tour Diaries - Part 1!

It all began back in August. Off I went, bright eyed and bushy tailed, to catch the Northern Line at 8:45, with hope in my heart and excitement bubbling over. This feeling of giddiness quickly came to a stop, as me and pretty much half of London's commuters, listened to the joyous sound of the TFL staff announce the Northern Line train was being held on the platform indefinitely as the line is suffering with server delays. Always a treat! Enter City Mapper. After a mahoosive detour and a 25 minute walk later, I came out of Kennington Park and nervously walked into the rehearsal room for day one.

The first day consisted of mostly introductions to the team, set and vision for the play. We all left on a massive high that day, and I had a lovely warm feeling from how well we'd all got on. As the weeks went on, the rehearsals got more intense. Saturdays in the sun eating picnics in Regents Park, were a think of the past, and Saturdays in the rehearsal room doing a dance call in the boiling temperatures of this years summer, were very much a real thing. The days got longer, the work got harder, and the dances got sweatier, but after 5 short weeks in the safety of our church hall rehearsal space, it was time to pack our bags and head off to the first venue for the final week of rehearsals and tech. For anyone who hasn't had the pleasure of doing a tech rehearsal, they tend to be the longest days of your life. you kind of forget what the outside world looks like, and your dressing room becomes your second home. These rehearsals are where you put the show technically on stage. You're in full costume, any quick changes are sorted out, and we all work slowly through the show, stop staring each scene to iron out any problems. The technical team spend hours upon hours plotting lights, working out sounds, and building set, and collectively everyone prays to god that the show will all come together in the way we've all been imagining. 4 Days of 10am-10pm Tech rehearsals later, we were ready to start the dress run. This should, in theory run relatively smooth and will highlight any issues that might crop up in the show. The old saying goes, 'Bad dress, Good run", and boy did that saying live up to its truth. To put it nicely, the dress was... interesting. Which didn't help with the pre show nerves as we prepare to open the show the next day. As the play is based on a book written by David Walliams, the opening show was a sell out. His massive fan base had brought in a wonderful audience who seemed to have a great night. only made better by the fact during our bowls the man himself, Mr David Walliams jumped up on stage and gave a speech on how much he enjoyed the show! And just like that, the year and a half UK Tour had began, I was being paid to dress up and sing and dance and it wasn't all a dream.

Time is already flying by, but I'm loving every second working on this amazing show, and I can't wait to see what else it brings!

I hope you enjoyed Part 1 of this little series, let me know if there's anything specific you'd like to hear about in the comments below!

Thanks, as always, for reading,
Rosie xx




A little Life Update

Monday, 7 October 2019






Well, its been a hot minute since my post, and since I published my last one back in April, A LOT has changed. I have experienced every emotion seemingly known to man, and have gone from being slightly lost and confused in the world, to landing an acting job bigger than I could've imagined.

So in the words of Maria Vontrap, let's start at the very beginning, its a. very good place to start.

Back in April, my boyfriend and I decided it was time to make a massive step, and move in together. He lives in a lovely flat in London and as that's the best place to live if your trying to crack this acting malarky, I was massively excited to pack my bags and head to the big smoke. As it got closer to the move in day, I won't lie, I started to get nervous, and the "I'm gonna live with a boy" episode of friends started playing in my head. (I know you all get the reference!) Then out of nowhere, me and my family where hit with the massive shock of the loss of my grandad. He was the centre and the heart of our family, so the sudden absence of him shuck my world upside down. Needless to say, the move got put on hold and I hid my head in the sand for at least a month. During the planning for my Grandads send off, I learnt so much about him I never knew, and suddenly felt like I had a new spark for life, choosing to take his view of the world, the challenges head on, and working none stop until you get what you want. He inspired me every day, but since we lost him, all I've wanted to do is make him proud. He taught me to take the world head on and I could never even begin to thank him enough for that.

I decided there was no time like the present, and with his can do attitude, and a fire burning back in my heart, I packed up my car and tootled off to London. Now, I won't pretend that I found the move easy, I had gone from Birmingham were I drove everywhere, to relying solely on public transport, gone from no worrying too much on how much a packet of chicken cost, to counting every penny,  but I was doing something for me, I was challenging myself, and I was happy. I was pretty lucky that just before we lost Grandad, I had had a job interview for a Bridal Store, and had managed to bag the job. For me, it was important to have a job that didn't leave me feel soulless, but that allowed me to be creative, work in an industry I was interested it and meet new people along the way. For a solid 5 weeks, I got on the Hammersmith and City line and commuted my way across London to sell beautiful gowns to excited brides.

Until one day I had a call from my agent. I had an audition for a UK tour. In previous auditions, I would get myself into a RIGHT tizz. I would be stressing, changing my mind on material, and dousing myself in a massive amount of self doubt. But this time it was different. My Grandad always encouraged me to do the best I could and that was all anyone could ask for. So that's exactly what I did. I chose a song and I stuck to it. I learnt my material how I wanted to perform it and not try to guess what the panel would want. I let the saying 'what will be, will be' guide me into the room, and somehow, I managed to get the job!

I literally had like, a week, from finding out I'd got the job to starting rehearsals, and 8 weeks later, I've completed 6 weeks of rehearsals and am about to go into my third venue with the show. My life has literally been tipped upside down and through all the darkness, I'm finally coming out the other side. I'm working in the industry I have aimed for all my life, in a sell out show, being paid to live my dream. I'd be lying if I said this wasn't hard though, I've had to leave my family for weeks at a time, and this wouldn't be such a task, if my sister hadn't just given birth to the most beautiful little baby boy ever! (I don't know if I'll ever get used to saying that!) So leaving is always heard, but knowing the opportunity I've been given, helps me get on the train each week and travel to the other end of the country.

In these last few months, I've gone on the most crazy emotional roller coaster (I'm talking a mix of Air and Rita Queen of Speed for anyone of you Alton Towers goers) but somehow have come out the other side. Its times like this when you have to sit back, and pat yourself on the back. Even in the darkest of nights, the sun will always rise, even if you go for it and it doesn't work you still win. You still had the guts to head straight into the something that frightened you, and that type of bravery will take you somewhere!!

Thanks for Reading,
Rosie xx